Derrick follows her behind, trying to explain things to her but she is not ready to listen.
She walks to her desk, still not talking to him. Her face was now dry as if she wasn't crying, with a face void of emotion, she stared at the man before her ranting.
"I wish to be left alone, Please," she tells him blandly. Derrick pauses, staring straight at her amber-blue eyes to know if she means what she's said. Her eyes didn't lie, they sent out everything and more.
With a nod, he left the room. Other staff members in the room were surprised to see Derrick, all meek and calm. Not like he is the harsh type but because he, Derrick was no match for the girl who just spoke to him rudely. But what's their business there?
Smiles could feel gazes on her, she felt uncomfortable. Raising her head, she was met with pairs of different colored eyes, staring at her. She had no time for them whatsoever, turning to her computer screen, she continued reading through her work and only raised her head when she was called.
"Ms, Smiles…you are needed in the boss's office now!" A lady informs me. It was the same lady who led her to the room where she was supposed to be interviewed the first day she came to this company. She wonders why he will ask her to come to his office, she can't remember having to submit her reports to him.
She nodded and left for his office. With a knock on the door, she heard him order from inside, asking her to come in. She closed the door behind her. She needed to greet him, but she was confused about what to call him, Master or Boss.
"Good afternoon, Master!" She finally greeted me after a long thought. She didn't dare to move without his orders and just stood there with her head lowered.
"I'm guessing you know it's past lunchtime!" His voice vibrates, sending shivers down her spine. She nods a yes before saying 'yes, master"
"And I haven't had lunch yet!" He said. She frowned, staring at the floor. How does he not eat his lunch? She is his slave, not his nanny or butler.
"You didn't send it to me, master," she tries to explain.
"And who said I didn't?" He asked. She didn't know what to say and kept quiet.
"Get me my lunch!" He ordered. She gazes at him, confused. What was she to get for him? She doesn't know his likes and dislikes and talks less about his favorite food. She didn't move and her gaze never left him. He raised a brow at her, she flinched in fright and quickly opened the door.
She was met by the butler who handed her the lunch box.
"Oh! This was what he meant" she thought to herself and collected the lunch box.
She stood before him with the lunch box in her hands, waiting for his next order.
Keane sits ever so relaxed, swinging on his seat from left to right.
"What's inside?" He asked. She didn't know whether she could cry or laugh. How can he be asking her such? It's his food he should know, not her.
"I don't know, master" came her tiny voice.
"Then check it out," he said. She nodded and opened the lunch box, it was cake, the one she made for him this morning.
"Cake, master" she informs. A smile spreads on his alluring punk lips, as he stares at her.
"You know what to do!" He said. Her brow twisted in confusion but it didn't last. Her eyes widen in shock as he stares at him, with disbelief.
She knew what he meant by that, she didn't expect him to say that either. Is he that shameless to the extent of his wanting to eat her body? She thought to herself still shocked. She can recall the last time he ate on her body, never in her wildest dream would she have thought the cake he made for him would be eaten on her body as an accompaniment.
"I don't eat dessert before the main dish, I only eat it alongside the main dish…the combination of your sweet taste and the cake makes it the perfect recipe for any cuisine ever made" Those words ring in her head.
She stood there, not knowing what to do and how to escape from this.
Just the thought of her lying naked under him in his office while he eats on her scares her to the bones.
She watches him pull off his suit, undo his tie, and start pushing up his sleeves. Her heart tugs loudly in her chest, and she silently hopes things take a different turn.
He moved to her, she was holding the lunch box standing like a statue. He sits on the desk and pulls her by the wrist.
She came scratching into his broad and muscular chest. Her face was only an inch away from his, and she could feel his hot breath on her face.
It felt like time froze for a second, all she could see and think of was the gray eyes that were staring straight into hers, digging deeper into her soul without her permission. His masculine jaw moved up and down, only now she could see how thick his lashes were.
"Take off your dress, all of it" his voice wasn't barite anymore. It was more bass-like and low, seductively low jolting her from her thoughts.